10. Genevieve

TEN

GENEVIEVE

We slept in. Okay, I take that back. I slept in. Amos didn’t get up, though, either. Instead, he held me while I continued snoozing away. Really, it was his fault for waking me up through the night. Okay, now I’m being crazy. He woke me up once, but when a girl is used to getting a solid eight hours of sleep every single night, being awake in the middle of the night messes with you. Though, I’m not going to complain. Getting not only one but two orgasms out of the mix will make it worth it, every single time.

I must have been in a deep sleep because the next time I woke up, Amos’ arms weren’t wrapped around me and my legs weren’t tangled with his. I’m sure him making not one but two stops along the way isn’t his usual preferred way to travel, and he’s made so many concessions for me along the way already. I really do I owe him, a lot. When I reached across the bed, the sheets were cold to the touch, much like the room he keeps below freezing. Where Amos’ head should have been, there was a note in its place stating he went downstairs to grab a bite to eat, and he’d bring me some with him. Then to get ready if I wanted to hit a few of the shops before we head to Clay’s.

True to his word, when he came back, I wolfed down my food, we packed up the little bit of toiletries and clothes we brought with us, stowed them in the truck, and walked around town a little bit. I did more shopping than I thought possible in the couple of hours we were out and about. It also helped that the town square was quiet, so the noise of passersby was kept to a minimum while the shops were just opening for the day. I may not have come out and told Amos about how I hate loud noises and big crowds, but he seems to be able to read me relatively easily. My purchases consisted of a bracelet for Sienna, a shirt for my dad, and bowl that was locally hand blown. It has a Halloween type vibe with oranges and browns, the perfect edition for my entry table to drop my keys and loose change in.

Now we’re on the road after stopping at Clay’s, where Amos either lucked out and his friend felt generous, or he paid him a hefty bonus. The bison were already loaded in the trailer, so all Amos had to do was attach the fifth wheel. The two of them talked for a few minutes, and I waved from my spot in the front seat after rolling down the window. While I don’t know Clay and I’m not comfortable around him like I am with Amos, being friendly is sometimes a necessity.

We still have one more stop to make, which is where we’re headed now. Luckily, it’s on the way out of town and not too far off the beaten path.

“You’ve arrived at your destination,” the GPS says through the speakers.

“I didn’t even ask, but is there enough room for a pottery wheel in the trailer with the bison?” I ask as Amos comes to a complete stop outside of what looks like an art district.

“Yeah. I brought the bigger one for this reason. There’s a space in the back for it, but first, let’s see if this thing is worth the price Sienna claims it is.” He un-clicks his seatbelt, and I follow his lead. “Stay put. I’ll open your door, but you don’t have to go inside if you don’t want to.”

This man, I swear he’s the most protective person I’ve ever met. Which is saying something when you’re raised by a single dad and you had certain plans in place just in case. Of course, he had rules. Breaking them meant my ass was grass, and even though I’m hesitant with a lot in life, I’ve been known to get lost in what I’m doing and lose track of time. Hence, why I missed curfew more often than not. I wouldn’t be at parties or doing anything crazy. Usually, I’d be in the woods, lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. The trees would lightly sway, the clouds would shape into different forms, and there were times I’d stargaze.

“As much as I’d like to hole up in the truck, I kind of need to take a look at it for Sienna.” I may not have gotten the form down on throwing clay, but I do know the ins and outs from my time in the class before I dropped it like a lead weight.

“Something changes, just give me the sign. I can always FaceTime you or Sienna.” I reach for his hand, lacing our fingers and giving him a slight squeeze.

“Thank you.” I lift my body up, my other hand cupping his cheek, and place a soft kiss against his lips. We both would have taken it a step further, except we’re on a crunch for time, and as it is, Amos wants to drive the whole way through. No stopping unless it’s for necessities, and I can’t even offer to help him drive because I have zero experience when it comes to pulling a trailer.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He exits the vehicle. I watch as he walks around the hood of the truck, staying where I am until he opens my door. His hand reaches for mine, and our fingers are once again locked together. I’ve noticed anytime Amos has a chance, he’s touching me in some sort of way, and I love every moment of it.

He guides us to the front of the building, opens the door, and even though I lose his hand in mine, his palm presses in at the small of my back.

“Welcome. You must be Genevieve and Amos.” We’re greeted by a lady with long gray hair, so long it’s down to her waist, and warm chocolate eyes. She’s got multiple bracelets stacked on both arms and is wearing a tank top, a long flowy skirt, and she’s barefoot.

“We are,” Amos confirms. We walk in further, and I break away from him to take a look at what I’m assuming is the pottery wheel.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I hear them say a few words to one another. I pull my phone out of my pocket, pulling up Sienna’s contact to fire off a text.

Me: Sienna, there’s no way this is brand new and for a steal. This thing looks like it was built before you and I were born.

“Watcha think?” Amos asks me. I look from my phone to the wheel to Amos. I scrunch up my nose, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“Waiting on Sienna to respond now,” I say with a shake of my head.

“Alright, let me know what she has to say. I’ll talk to her for a few minutes and get the consensus, yeah?”

“Let her down easy.” There’s no way we’re buying this hunk of junk. Either this lady skunked Sienna with pictures, which would need a hell of a lot of lighting, or my best friend pulled a fast one.

“Will do.” Amos’ fingertips slide down the back of my arms.

My phone buzzes in my hand. That didn’t take long.

Sienna: That’s too bad. Bummer, man. It looked good online.

Me: You’re so full of shit.

I call her out. There’s no way she didn’t know this thing was a hunk of junk.

Sienna: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Me: Sure, you totally shanghaied me to ride down here with your brother for nothing?

Sienna: Was it really for nothing? Amos added two days onto his trip, and Trey has talked to Amos, which, by the way, I have not heard a peep from you.

Me: Well, no. I really like him, Sienna, as in I’m falling for him. Hard and fast.

Sienna: I knew it! We’re going to be sisters. I love you! Don’t worry about the wheel. I’ll see you soon, but not too soon

Me: Love you, too, and I think you’re putting the cart before the horse.

Sienna: We’ll see about that.

I put my phone in my back pocket and turn around to look for Amos. He’s talking to the lady who greeted us. It sounds like he’s wrapping up the conversation, so I walk toward him.

“Thank you again. I appreciate your time,” he tells her.

“You’re welcome. Good luck and safe travels.” Amos assured me the bison would be okay while we went inside. Otherwise, I’d have stayed with them just in case. He told me they had plenty of water and food for the long haul, the trailer and gate were locked in a way that no one could take off with them, and seeing as how my knowledge of all of this is pretty much null and void, I went along with him.

Amos opens the shop door for me, and I take a deep sigh of relief when we round the corner and see the bison. My irrational fear of them being gone or hurt subsides.

“They’re good, sweetheart. You ready for the long haul?” He reads my mind.

“Mentally, yes. Physically, not even close. And don’t even get me started on the fact that you’re going to drive straight through without any help.” I blow out a puff of air as worry claws at my chest. Yet, I’m stuck, completely and totally stuck.

“How about we make a pact? I’ll pull over at a rest area, take a little nap, and then we’ll continue our journey home.” Amos cups my cheek. I lift into him, loving the way his work-roughened hand feels against my smooth skin.

“Yes, I can work with that.” I lift up on my toes, and he meets me halfway. This kiss is anything but light. His tongue slides along my lips, gaining entrance when I let out a low moan. There was never any chance of me controlling the moment. Amos is possessive, protective, and dominating all wrapped in one amazing package. His hand tunnels through my hair, and my fingers tighten in the fabric of his shirt. My nipples pebble, feeling him pressed so close to me, and wetness gathers between my legs. It seems impossible to be this turned on by a kiss until you factor in that Amos Ellison is everything and I’m the one who gets to call him mine.

“Come on, let’s get on the road. The faster we get home, the faster I get to take you in my bed,” he says, doing nothing to calm the raging inferno building inside of me. He guides me to the passenger door, helping load me inside his massive truck while he’s touching me every chance he gets.